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True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad
In May of 2011, I dismissed class for the last time and began a new chapter in my life, full-time dad. I taught middle school for seven years, but with two kids and a third on the way, I wasn't able to give as much time to teaching as it required, plus I wanted to spend more time with my own kids, instead of someone else's.

My wife and I have been married for nine years. She spends her days (and some nights and weekends) as an OB/GYN, or as my kids like to call it, “catching babies.”

We have three kids. First Born is eight years old, but likes to pretend she’s in college. Our son, Middle Man is five, but we’re convinced by the way he talks about things like “beautiful sunsets” that he’s an old soul, and our youngest, the Blonde Bomber is only three, but already has the attitude of a teenager.

Our kids provide us with an endless amount of stories. Writing and retelling these stories for Indy’s Child has been my part-time job for the past three years.

You can contact me on Facebook at True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad or via email at indyschildpete@gmail.com.

The Stocking cap

The Stocking cap

November 20, 2012 | 01:49 PM

This semester I started volunteer tutoring. I've been paired up with the same student for the past few weeks.

Last week we met up and he was wearing a stocking cap. I was trying to be nice and I told him I liked his cap (even though I secretly hated it because it was a Yankees cap). Complimenting the cap was a big mistake, for the rest of the time he tried to put his dirty Yankees cap on my head.

Why was I freaking out about this cap? I wasn't completely sure, but then I had a flashback to when I was in the fourth grade. I was in PE class and we were supposed to play a game using a blindfold. There was a substitute teacher there that day and he couldn't find the blindfold so he had a student get a stocking cap from his locker. Somehow I was the first one to wear it and after class head started to itch. In fact, my head is itching right now just thinking about it. I will never forget going home and telling my mom that I thought I had head lice. It was confirmed as we ran a comb through my hair and you could see those creepy little bugs barely moving on the counter. I had lice. The treatment wasn't a big deal, a trip to the pharmacy for some expensive shampoo and that was about it, but the emotional scar that left on my tiny itchy scalp still stays with me to this day.

So if you need help learning your letter sounds, some basic math skills, or just a male mentor, I will be more than happy to help, but please, leave your stocking cap at home.



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